Chapter VIII

All the same, George Packard, retired schoolteacher, would think back on his past from time to time as most men do. And, as he sat in the large library reading room holding in his lap a book written by Einstein on the theory of relativity, he thought back on his past kindly. That is to say, with affection. It had been a very lovely life on the whole. He could have no complaints. He had been fortunate. He looked at the people in the library room. They were separate from him, separate from each other. His generation had been a happier one.